Fallow

My mind lay fallow
waiting for the wind
to blow the seed
of a new idea in
but these sprouts
look familiar and it’s
no wonder

you don’t look
for strawberries
in an onion patch
but it gets confusing
trying to match
what pops up
from under

all these dead leaves
with the reasons I thought
I had to laugh or to grieve
striving for beauty
or usefulness
but just a babbling
fool, I guess

I’m not all that
just a little of this
when it’s all over
very few will miss
why we do what we do
is a mystery
just recording an
obscure history

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Point

All of this rain
falling and falling
lulls me into a dream
of sunlight calling
me to “Come”, but
I don’t know the way
all I can do is wait
for another day.

And when the going gets crazy
you know what the crazy do
when the going is easy
I can be easy, too,
though I miss the point
of almost everything,
so I don’t mind waiting
to see what tomorrow brings

Sweet

The perfect sleep
features dreams of you
the only reality
I ever knew
everything else
is a sad illusion
my natural state
one of confusion


so take me, sleep
into that sweet bliss
that joins me with
the one I miss

Will You

Just before sunrise
there is a chill in the air
a new day coming
what will you dare?
Will you pray for the devil?
Will you pray for his minions?
Will you pray for people
with different opinions?

Will you pray for the lost?
Will you pray for the saved?
Will you just pray to make it
back to bedtime unscathed?
One prayer like one vote
may not mean very much
but it might be your best bet
for staying in touch

We Roll

Too much too soon
too little too late
conditions suggesting
you’re not doing that great
but if you can avoid
a fatal mistake
you’ll be amazed
at the memories you make

That’s how we roll
down the road to ruin
we don’t even pretend
to know what we’re doin’
Love when you can
rest when you must
because all too soon
we’re returning to dust

Some days I try
to do everything right
hoping that I will
sleep better at night
but Life’s big curve balls
take me by surprise
and I don’t know whether
to laugh or to cry

Still not sure how
I got to this age
guess I just keep on
turning the page
try not to surrender
to indiscriminate rage
and always remember
this world’s just a stage

That’s how we roll
down the road to ruin
we don’t even pretend
to know what we’re doin’
Rest when you can
to Love is a must
because all too soon
we’re returning to dust

Blackest

The sky suggests tranquility
the nightbird sings, “we shall see”

Sometimes it takes so long to lose
you almost think you’re winning
until the dust finally settles
and you want to go back to the beginning

The pot swears the kettle is the blackest
the kettle doesn’t care
the kettle thinks it knows the truth
but is unwilling to share

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do with me
let alone another person
feeling like a little frog
some witch has put a curse on

The sky suggests tranquility
the nightbird sings, “we shall see”.